He Who Has Eyes To See Let Him See Novels & Stories

But as I always say “The eyes can determine who you are as a creature, good or bad" Meaning that when you take a look at anyone you can’t just judge by how they look, search through their eyes, their soul and all, once you do then you can determine who they actually are. If they sparkle then they're good but no sparkle, plain then maybe they aren’t the best for you. Hades started going outside the door, I stopped wondering what he was doing he held the door open for me motioning to come in. “You know we're going to the infirmity right.” I assured him, he grinned, laughing his wings off at me.

His eyes. His eyes, like twin galaxies, held a promise of protection and understanding. "You need to trust me," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her wounded spirit. "I will take away your pain. I will make them pay for what they've done to you. They'll regret every moment of it."

“What do you see?” “Artemis’s eyes.” He choked out. “That’s right, her eyes will always be here. She is always watching you. She is so proud of you. You did everything you could. Now it’s time to move forward. Who has your eyes?” “Iris does.” “That’s right. Are you able to help Iris like this?” I knew we had an audience, but I kept my eyes locked with his, never wavering. “No...no, I’m not.” Alastor choked out as tears welled in his eyes. His pulse began to slow underneath the pads of my fingers.

She was genuinely puzzled by his statement. He looked at her with an intense gaze, a mysterious aura surrounding him. "I can see things that the human eyes can't see," he explained. His voice was low and filled with a hint of something magical. " I can see the color of your eyes, the deepest shade of green I've ever seen, with delicate silver strands woven within. I can feel your heart beating faster in my presence, which is quite normal, and oh, you use to smell absolutely delightful too…" he whispered in a hushed tone.

“You can do it.” “No one must see my eyes,” She whispered, her voice thick with fear even more than the agony. I immediately understood. Her eyes usually ignited with a purple glow, and some people, especially Mr. Grim Reaper was looking for the one with the purple eyes. I pulled her close, using my body as a shield.

𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝘂𝘁, 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝗮𝘄 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵. "Baby, open your eyes. Look at me." He shook his head no and I pursed my lips. "Zannicus open your eyes." 𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻.

“Who are you?... What do you want with me?” “Don’t be afraid, Lyra. Just come with me.” “But I don’t see anything… How do I then see you?” I asked. His tone changed “Those who look with open eyes see only what’s dead,” the voice said. “But those who close their eyes see what still lives. The living cannot see us, child. Only the silent can.” I didn’t understand him. But something about the way he said it, it didn’t sound like a request. “Close your eyes, Lyra,” he said.

“Letting them see us.” There was a pause. Then Elias turned, eyes dark and alive. “They can see whatever they want,” he said. “You were always mine.”

But in the end, he still wrapped an arm around the drunken Angela and helped her into the car. Amid the rain, the black Maybach slowly disappeared from my line of sight. After it drove off, a familiar voice rang out beside me. "Was it worth it, doing all that for him?" I smiled and said, "There's no such thing as worth it or not. Life is long. If something's bad for you, you just throw it away." "I heard you've got a brand-new original design draft in the making." I turned and met those bright, sparkling eyes. I teased, "Did you plant some kind of surveillance device on me, Mr. Rivers?"

His etiquette is top tier. He is looking and the same direction I wonder why it looks so safe... he is staring at something that my eyes can't see. But the sense of admiration and comforting is there. It is as if he is looking in something that he truly admires. Now, I can't help but feel curious about what sight he is seeing. “If you can still hear the droplets of the water you are lucky that you have a hearing“ ”If you can still see the sight in front of you be grateful for what you are seeing“